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Fay, I am your father
, Dean/Daughter fic. He wants her back.
Member No.: 18,835
Joined: 8-April 07
Driving down the road in Dean’s car, I didn’t pay attention to a single thing he was saying. I’m pretty sure it was something along the lines of me being careful, not talking back to John, but talking back to Sam was always appreciated. I had to laugh a little at that one.
All I could think about was that I left my family behind. The family that raised me, my mom, Donna, and my dad, Roger. Well…I thought they were my parents. But...they weren’t. How could I have been so foolish? Why couldn’t I have seen it earlier. They didn’t look a thing like me. No one in the James family did. They all had dark, almost black, brown hair, brown straight hair, and short. I was still growing, but I had sandy blonde hair that was curly, and blue eyes. “Fay? Hellooooo? You in there?” I snapped back into reality at the sound of Dean’s voice.
“Sorry…I’m in here…”
“Where were you?” He chuckled. This was kinda’ funny.
“I was just thinking Dean…” I heard him cough. “Sorry…I’m gonna’ try that whole ‘dad’ thing later.”
“That’s okay with me.”
“So…where’s the hotel we’re going to?”
“Right down the road. We should be there in a second or two.”
He turned up the music and started humming. I realized he was playing Metallica. I laughed. That was another thing I had in common with him and not with my parents. They hated all music known to man. I love the music that Dean was playing. “You like Metallica?” I asked over the deafening tunes.
“Heh, remember that whole ‘Winchester’ thing?”
“It’s only getting more true.”
I chuckled. “I agree.”
No, I wanted to say. “Yes.”
“No you’re not. That’s another thing about us Winchesters…we can’t lie. Unless it’s to cops…but when we talk to each other, it’s like trying to lie to a wall…impossible.”
“That’s nice to know.”
“You don’t have to tell me now. Just know, that I’m here to listen, I am your father, and you’re obviously going to be with us for a while.”
“Try until I grow up.” I murmured.
“My dad, I mean Roger, told me that if I left with you, or any of the Winchesters, that I wasn’t aloud back. He wasn’t going to be my safety net for if things went awry. I’m not aloud back home. All my friends and other family…are no longer apart of my life. I only have you now.”
He took a while to reply. “You have your grandfather to too, and your uncle. You have to realize that. No that you’re with our family, you’re WITH our family. There’s no doubting it. Understand this, when you become a Winchester, you have the whole family.”
“None of that. You’re grandpa likes it, but I’m not a sir…I’m a father…you can call me Dad though.”
“I’m working on it. I promise.”
“Hey…look…there’s the hotel…” He pointed out of the windshield towards a broken down and dilapidated building with cars covering every square inch of the parking lot.
“That’s the hotel?”
“Hey…beggers and be choosey.”
“Wow..my mom says that…said that…says that…I suck at tenses.”
“That’s just another thing that makes you a Winchester…”
Member No.: 18,835
Joined: 8-April 07
I got bored today after school and decided to write another chapter.
So...I have a predicament...
I think I love someone...but I don't know if it's love...
Can someone help me find out?
"Are you ready to meet your uncle and grandpa?" Dean asked, coming up behind me. He was carring my bag over his left shoulder.
I sighed deeply and nodded.
"No better time than now, I suppose."
"You sound so excited." He said sarcastically.
"Let me guess," I turned to look at him. "Just another thing that makes me a Winchester?"
"I know it."
He started walking toward the door to the motel room, walking slowly so that I could survey the place."So...what exactly do you do?"
He froze. "Excuse me?"
"In means of a job?"
"Oh well..." He shifted his feet inconfortably. We were right in front of the door by now. "I'll have to have dad and Sam help explain."
I was confused.
Taking that as a silent cue to behin walking again, he closed the distance between him and the door. He pulled out a key from his pocket and stuck it into the tiny antique key hole that was on the door. With a groan, it opened to reveal a two bedroom motel room, with musty sheets and chairs. "Nice." Was all I said.
He chuckled. Apparently that was a Winchester reply.
"Where are they?" I asked.
"Dad and Sam?"
"Doing our job probably."
"And that would be?"
"I'm going to explain it when they get here. Just know that. I'm going to. I promise."
"What do we do until they get here?" I asked, bored already.
"We just sit," He sat down in one of the chairs. "...and wait."
"Oh trust me, it is."
"You're a hoot."
"Why thank you."
We sat in silence for a while. It wasn't awkward or anything, just...boring. "When do you want to try to start calling me dad?" Dean asked me.
"Well...I could try now..."
"Do you want to?"
"I don't know...do YOU want me to?"
"It would be nice to have my daughter call me dad."
"Well you have to realize that until this morning, I didn't know you existed, and I thought that Roger was my dad. That's not somehting that I can take lightly. You must know that."
"I DO know that. But, I've known about you your entire life."
"I had no control over that. I didn't know that I was adopted."
By this point, I was already sitting down in the chair opposite him. "Dean..." I sighed. "Dad..."
He looked up in surprise.
"You don't know what it's like to be practically disowned by the people you thought were your family for your entire life. You don't know what thats like. Apparently, you've had Sam and John your whole life."
He looked up and smiled. "He's not going to let you call him John."
"I kinda' figured that. That's why I'm going to call him grandpa. Or sir. Whichever fits."
"He would like that. Just like I would like Dad," I started to say something but he cut me off. "It doesn't have to be now, but I hope that it's sooner rather than later."
"I can try. But I can't promise anything."
"I just want you to try. There's no shame in trying."
Just then, a low rumbling could be heard through the wndow and door. "Sounds like they're back."
My heart started to race. I was meeting this new family. I was excited to meet them...but would they be excited to meet me?